Recall the next thing that you crave for. As for me I was craving for laksa and I knew this bowl curry chicken beehoon was nowhere close to a bowl laksa, but it's curry and beehoon! I was delighted with joy when I ate the tau kwa (which I normally dislike) as it was far from dry and in fact, I can taste the tofu as much as the curry absorbed in between the pores. Priced at $4, this meal is truly a comfort food with all the quality ingredients.
When I was doing my pupillage at a law firm in Bugis, this legendary curry mee was a guilty indulgence I'd visit over and over again, just for their chilli. It's so deep, smoky and intense that chimneys wave white flags in surrender. The uncle who manned the cashier and took orders (he is still there to this very day) didn't speak a word of Mandarin. Whenever I placed my order, he'd repeat it in dialect, and I would feebly use whatever bits and bobs of dialect I learnt from my parents to confirm the order. He would ask if I wanted "hiamjio", and insisted that I scoop it myself, as I should be the one determining my own Vulcanian destiny. The chilli means serious business — my female colleague would always take the teeny tiniest scoop and still have to force back tears, whilst another colleague of mine, one of those cheeky, laddish, "I love soccer" type of guys would whack the chilli with grand machismo... and sweat through his white shirt while constantly drying himself with three-ply tissue. #hawkerpedia
When I was doing my pupillage at a law firm in Bugis, this legendary curry mee was a guilty indulgence I’d revisit over and over again for that chilli so intensely and deeply smoky, chimneys wave white flags in surrender. The uncle who manned the cashier and took my orders (and is still there til this very day) spoke not a word of Mandarin, and whenever I placed my order he would repeat it in dialect, and I would feebly use whatever bits and bobs of dialect I learnt from my parents to confirm the order. He would always ask if I wanted hiamjio, and would insist I scoop it myself as I should be the one determining my own Vulcanian destiny. The chilli means serious business – my female colleague would always take the teensiest scoop and still force back tears, whilst one of the cheeky, laddish , “I love soccer”-esque guys would whack the chilli with grand machismo…and sweat through his white shirt while constantly drying himself with three-ply tissue. #Hawkerpedia
Every ingredient that goes into this bowl is excellent: the poached chicken pieces are juicy and tender, the fish cake slivers smooth with a nice bite, and the potato cube disintegrates at the slightest 'kiap' of your chopsticks. But what truly makes this a winner is that insanely slurp-worthy broth; it may look diluted but boy, it sure delivers some serious punch! And don’t even get me started on the tau pok slices. After spending a good time bubbling in the lip-smacking broth, every sponge-like strip soaks up sooo much juicy goodness and there are plenty of them in there! A little spoonful of their chilli also goes a long way, adding elements of smokiness, super shiok fiery kick and depth to the overall flavour profile.
Chicken Curry Mee (the more authentic kind is to have half yellow noodles half bee hoon, but I had the thick bee hoon 😝) Slurping on the smooth noodles bathed in flavourful curry broth is something I would like to have on a rainy morning like this.
Every ingredient in this bowl was so on point. The tau pok was full of curry soup, it gushes out in your mouth. You could choose to de-bone your chicken, which was what I did.
Cannot resist. Yum yum craving satisfied. Double chilli curry chicken noodle + bee hoon. This is so much more satisfying than the past few days buffet at hotel. I think I am a true Singaporean. This will be what I miss if I leave my country 😁
Worth every penny. The chilli is speechless.. 👍 #sgfood #sghawker #curry #foodporn #bugis #burpple
Curry chicken noodle so awesome and flavorful